sometimes I just wish I was a little fish in a deep ocean without a care in the world. but then I realize that small fishes have lots of things to think about. bigger fish, for example. nets and poison and where to live safely. fish have no rights, it's eat or be eaten.

then I wish that I was a big fish, eating small fishes and living the good life. swimming around at my own pace seems like the way to be, doesn't it? oh, but then there is the thing with fishermen. they would hunt me with their nets and cages, and there would still be the problem with pollution in my water.

so where am I safer? maybe as a fisherman. I would catch my fish and grill it over the fire in late evenings while telling stories to my children and fisherbuddies. we would go out on our boats in the mornings and come back late at night, our nets full of fish and our hats full of water. the only problem would be storms. raging ice cold waters trying to swallow us whole suddenly doesn't seem like such an appealing dream.

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sometimes I wish I was an ocean.